Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 113: Letter of Commitment

Ye Zhi’s eyes shimmered as she stared at him, saying coyly, "Then you must remember what you said, so you don’t turn your back on me later."

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, no, there must be a written pledge.

She looked up and tested, "Why don’t I write a pledge for you? You can sign and seal it."

The Little Traitor naturally agreed without any hesitation.

A rare opportunity cannot be missed.

Ye Zhi’s petite figure quickly stood up and bent down to pick up the exquisite wooden lantern, "No time to lose, let’s go now, lest you change your mind tomorrow. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just want a piece of paper as solid evidence if you ever go back on your word..."

A cute little figure explained incessantly.

The candlelight within the lantern burned brightly; in the windless night, it rose straight up without swaying.

One candle in the dark adds a bit of brightness, bringing to mind a poem:

Parting is as difficult as meeting, the east wind is weak, and all the flowers fall.

Silk from the spring silkworm ends only with its death, as the candle burns out, its tears dry.

It was already late, so he suggested, "Where shall we write the pledge now? It’s late, maybe I should sign it tomorrow?"

To Ye Zhi, this action indicated he wanted to back out, so she pulled him forward, "No, you must come with me now to Qingyi Garden. I have a seal there, and you can easily leave a handprint."

Afraid he wouldn’t go, she added, "Do you still want to play with me?"

This trick worked.

The Little Traitor nervously agreed, "Fine, as you wish, let’s go write it now."

He reached out and grabbed the wooden lantern from the young girl’s hand, holding it to lead the way.

A white and a pink figure walked across the hard stone slabs, flanked by flowers and grass with tiny dewdrops on their heads, which couldn’t be seen unless looked at closely.

The pavilion was not far from Qingyi Garden, and they arrived quickly.

Ye Zhi held her breath, carefully pushed open the door, lifted her pink skirt and slipped inside, like a swiftly running little rabbit.

She was afraid of waking Ah Tao, letting her see Shen Chen was also here.

Ah Tao was a big mouth, famously unable to keep secrets. If she saw, the Ye Family would know by tomorrow.

Inside, she closed the door, finally safe.

Ye Zhi lit the candle in the dark with quite a bit of skill, while Shen Chen waited by the table.

The candlelight flickered gently, emitting a pale yellow light, creating a serene and dazzling ambiance.

The room was filled with feminine items, and the high-quality sandalwood tables and chairs were engraved with intricate patterns, exuding a delicate and gentle vibe exclusive to a young lady.

The dressing table was covered with rouge, lip balm, emerald earrings, hairpins, and other small items. The drawers within and jewelry boxes on the table must have been too full to hold everything, which was why they were placed on the surface.

Pink gauze surrounded the lacquered black bed.

The incense wood-carved screen depicting "Seasons of Good Fortune," the jade-inlaid plum blossom-edged bronze mirror appeared just as they did the first time he saw them.

No changes to be seen~

While he was observing, Ye Zhi had already ground the ink, calling him over:

"Come over, I’ve already ground the ink. How should we write it?"

The saying goes: three cobblers with their combined wits can rival Zhuge Liang.

More people bring more ideas~

Shen Chen’s gaze paused slightly on the unfolded rice paper, without writing a single word, he declined, "You write it, I trust you. Once you finish, I’ll sign it."

Trust means no doubt.

Ye Zhi was not polite either, "Then I’ll write while you can nap on my bed, it won’t take long~"